was full, and her light was powerful almost as the light of day.
The shadows of the children and the queer shadow of Mr Button
were cast on the wall of the caboose hard and black as
silhouettes.

"Look at our shadows!" cried Dick, taking off his broad-brimmed
straw hat and waving it.

Emmeline held up her doll to see ITS shadow, and Mr Button
held up his pipe.

"Come now," said he, putting the pipe back in his mouth, and
making to rise, "and shadda off to bed; it's time you were aslape,
the both of you."

Dick began to yowl.

"_I_ don't want to go to bed; I aint tired, Paddy--les's stay a
little longer."

"Not a minit," said the other, with all the decision of a nurse; "not
a minit afther me pipe's out!"

"Fill it again," said Dick.

Mr Button made no reply. The pipe gurgled as he puffed at it--a
kind of death-rattle speaking of almost immediate extinction.

"Mr Button!" said Emmeline. She was holding her nose in the air
and sniffing; seated to windward of the smoker, and out of the